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His thoughts of what could become of their little hookup were disrupted when Toussaint dropped him on the queen-sized bed where he claimed Jace’s sore lips without mercy. The kiss wasn’t harsh; no. It was simply lustful and beautiful. Toussaint was like a beast with an insatiable desire and Jace was willing to be his prey. They could never get enough of each other. Jace gave in to the pleasure as their tongues clashed, their body melding into one as sweat and cum and sex lingered thickly in the air. Toussaint broke the kiss abruptly and reached for the nearest drawer on his left, his hot gaze never leaving Jace. He pulled out a lube and condoms; the latter he tossed on the bedside table as h

Justin looked called out. “Don’t worry, Justin. I have a porn file on my computer too. I mean, I don’t keep it a secret. I’m, after all, the only one in my house into guys.” I assured with a laugh. “Oh really? Does your porn feature two guys screwing? Or is it the kind we can watch together?” Collin arched an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes, flipping him off. Fucking idiot. “Some of it does have two dudes. Ever notice that gay and bi guys tend to be hotter than the straight ones. It’s like a curse on us straight women.” I dramatically sighed, holding my hand to my forehead.

Chapter 8: War and Worship The penthouse smelled like sex, gun oil, and black coffee. Kai sat cross-legged on the massive bed, wearing nothing but Damien’s oversized black shirt and the thick steel plug still lodged deep in his cum-filled ass. His fingers flew across two laptops and a tablet, screens glowing with schematics, bank routes, and live security feeds. Damien paced in front of him like a caged panther, shirtless, fresh stitches across his ribs, low-slung sweatpants doing nothing to hide the heavy outline of his cock.

Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts. Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures. So far, having spent the night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring of her erotic adventures. That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single. So far, her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical. Not including of course, her active imagination. An imagination that Gabrielle was sure at

Her fingertips brushed the damp, swollen flesh he had just violated, and she touched herself. A sharp gasp cut the sterile silence. Her touch was hesitant, exploratory, nothing like his firm, knowing pressure. But it was her touch. Her choice. Her index finger traced the slick, puffy lips, still sensitive from his invasion. The contact sent a jolt through her, a fresh wave of heat that made her hips press up into her hand.

Lila’s hands trembled as she stepped into the dimly lit luxury suite on the 28th floor. The city lights sparkled through floor-to-ceiling windows, but her focus was on the five men waiting for her. All tall, powerfully built, dark-skinned, and exuding raw confidence. They wore nothing but loose silk robes that did little to hide the heavy outlines of their cocks. This was it , her fantasy made real. At 29, married for six years to a man whose vanilla sex life had left her starving, Lila had finally said yes to the anonymous booking.

When I opened the room, I immediately looked for my cellphone that I had left earlier due to haste. I immediately saw it on the side of my bed. It was still off and when I opened it I could almost break it because of a series of sounds. I’m sure Cyril was worried about what happened. And I'm sure that gay man will preach to me. Maybe I'll read it later. My body was itching and I was so sticky to myself. I'll take a shower first before I fight Cyril.

I’d always sneak off to the gay sections instead, stroking myself raw to guys getting railed, bred, and turned into moaning sluts. Jayden noticed my silence. “What do you think? Hot, right?” I hesitated, then the words just spilled out. “Yeah… I’ve always loved gay p**n too. Like, a lot.” He paused, then grinned wider. “No shit? Why didn’t you say something sooner, man?” He turned the volume up. On screen, the bottom was bent over, ass up, while the top slammed into him balls-deep. Wet slapping sounds filled the small room—the top’s heavy balls smacking against that stretched hole, the bottom whimpering and begging for more cock. “Fuck yes, ruin me,” the guy on screen moaned as cum started l

¨ he whispered dangerously close to her face and turned and walked out after releasing her hand, leaving her behind completely flustered, hot and bothered! Later that evening around six Jessica was getting ready for her dinner with her dad and Nick. She managed to be on time since she had spent more time in the library than she initially had planned but she did not plan on bumping into Mr Hot as hell, Morero who gave her hormones a run for it!! When he had left her she found a quiet place and started to browse though those books he had given her but she couldn't focus! all because of him! She only knows him a couple of weeks, maybe a bit longer than a month or so and she already likes this f

I shoved Haiden's arm off me and scrambled to sit up, sheets clutched to my chest. My pussy was sore in the best way, swollen and tender from how hard he had fucked me, and the movement made more of his come slide out, warm and thick down my inner thigh. I bit my lip to stop a groan. Haiden finally moved, eyes cracking open, that lazy cocky grin already forming when he saw the panic on my face. He stretched, not bothering to cover himself, cock standing straight up against his stomach, shiny at the tip again. "Relax," he mouthed, voice barely a whisper, but his hand was already sliding between my legs from behind, fingers finding my wet slit like they owned it.